The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to. As a single, unified line, those who had been gathered walked into the light, leaving the old world to the dark.
As the hum intensified, the walls of the hall began to dissolve. They weren't in a castle anymore. They were standing on a glass shelf suspended in the star-choked belly of the cosmos.